Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.